It’s easier today than ever to somehow try to measure our perceived success, impact, name-power, and viability. We all want to take the intrinsic value of self and somehow attribute a number to it–followers, klout, friends, circles and stats. Numbers and links–people and elbows (or rubbing elbows, as it may be). In the midst of finding out numerically and socially if we matter, or if what we do matters, we begin to lose the very parts of us that God says matters very much. For statistics aside, we do in fact matter. God says each of us matters–every life, whether or not we can ever get something from someone else or give something to someone else. The very fact that we are alive and breathing means we matter, and we have a purpose.
In our culture, the prevailing problem is that we begin to buy our own press. Though it may come with a “high” for awhile; eventually, we sink into despair. For it is never enough. So we strive more. We network. We compliment. We share links and promote–all in the name of good social networking skills. We have gotten caught in the most massive and effective marketing scheme of all time. The payback is very small, but enough that we come back and come back and come back–hoping somewhere down the line, we ourselves will be popular–center-stage.
People and friendships are just as recyclable, as so much trash. For we care more about “keeping face” than we do about getting muddy. Perhaps that is why we are so depressed. We have lots of relationships and connections, but none of them have the staying-power that will really sustain us, when we scrape the bottom.
So lately, I have been considering my own habits and choices. Why do I do what I do? Why does it even matter a hill o’ beans? I have taken some deep stock of my own life, family, friendships and relationships. It has been a theme even. Who am I building with? Over time, before my faithful God, will it even matter?
In about 50% of what I do and why, it is all emptiness and futility (and my Chris says that 86% of all statistics are made up on the spot–he’s right! Ha!). The other 50% of the time, I am enjoying a full and simplistic life. If I do anything online lately, it is because I want to share life and learn and grow. If I pin something on pinterest, it is to share something I truly think valuable…and hope it will help or bless those walking this road with me.
In fact, I have quit altogether with the networking thing. For my name? It matters not a lick. My staying power, who cares? Whether I make money, even a little bit, is not the point–I am not defined by a paycheck. When I retire someday, I want it to be to a place with my Chris, where we savor and soak up fullness of life. Anything less, and I have early-on sold myself short and settled for a life of name-dropping importance. Blah! That is not my dream.
Actually, if you were to be sitting here with me right now, I would tell you my dream. My dream is to raise children, who love and serve God to the fullest–no matter where they live or serve. My dream is to travel with and experience places with my dear husband. My dream is to write about it in a journal, whether anyone ever reads it or not. My dream is to be healthy, healthier than I am now, and to learn new things–things I am terrified of doing right now. My dream is to pour into other lives and savor time with them. My dream is to walk like Jesus and with Jesus–until I see Him face to face.
So I am beginning to think that I have planned and chosen poorly in the past. Some bridges that I built lead nowhere. Some strings I have held onto, I am letting go of them — though it may smart with a little pain for awhile. Before God I want to do the best I have with the little I’ve got–faithful to invest what I do have into the ones, who matter the most to me. I expect nothing in return, only the smile and nod of my good and faithful LORD. That is all I ask for.
For my home and family, I am their doorkeeper. It will do little good for the doorkeeper to leave her post for a status update on twitter or facebook–the thieves can freely enter, as my focus and attention stays on whether or not someone cares enough to reply or comment. What foolishness!
I am parring down the extras in my life right now–leaving positions and giving up jobs. A Martha Heart is not one of those extras. It is life, that we hand out to others–whether on a daily basis, weekly or monthly. We shall never strive to make this site popular or even a money-maker. Our sole (soul even) goal is to prompt you to sit at the feet of Jesus Christ and to hear from Him, life-giving words–to make a difference in your own little place in the universe…and to fulfill your purpose(s) in this life. Why is it that we are so easily swayed? It’s because somewhere along the line, we started buying our own tabloid press.
Start today asking the Author of your story to show you the way to go, show you the places to let go and walk freely and lightly with Him. He’s writing it all down, every bit–’cause He thinks your story really, really matters. YOU MATTER.